| False Conclusion
Moving out of fear to love People want to be afraid of threats. Especially those that don’t know they can have love. This is why “we” can use fear to shape them into the most futile of all subservient species. The plan that we are going to live in. If you want to tell a story, you be on their side. Looking at it form their point of view. Empathy for the godless. This is how it starts. This is how it all started, so long ago, I don’t remember when. I just remember learning to use whatever I had around to amuse me, which eventually led to me amazing myself. I wanted to be someone, someone that could do something you couldn’t. He said, I can do what you can do, better. The false idea that we could be better then someone or something. To be fallen from god to know what it is like to exist without grace and love. Without, we reach out and embrace the reunion of life before our fall into darkness to experience the godless. Essentially, I want to do better. I want to find my dream, so I can be the one who said, look what I did. I did this. I realized my dream. I am powerful for the fact I can create and choose. Where is the recognition at for myself to realize or to seek acceptance from someone else. But ‘they’ always want to do better; Therefore, I can create others to create for me. With the movement from one thought to the next. What’s better then that. With one sentence at a time, I amused myself. This little game began to turn into a thought problem. Led by the use of one number at a time, calculable up to a certain degree. Where is the error? Even If I could point it out. Even if I could stop it. Its here already, the idea. The voice inside me. The ideas that keep on moving on. Throughout space and time, the ceaseless flow of the imagination. I gave a kidney once to a poor person thinking it would save his life, save His life. Like something was actually worth saving. Thinking of all those ghosts in the past. What were they afraid of? What was it they were speaking out against? Did they think we could save our civilization, our future? We are so afraid to create these words. To reach out past ourselves, to save something worth holding onto. As it all passes away, what is it that passes on. These stories, these words, these ideas, tell me they don’t even leave the page. What is here remains here forever. As if time could actually make a plan. People want to say that this is important. That it could only be one thing Where do we go from here leading ourselves blindfolded behind the robe of the fallen? This is your existence. Now and here meet up again for a long time reunion they had been dreaming on. The place where nothing comes between you. For you are these moments that you created joy to exist for you. When you learned to make love to God, did you realize who you are? Teach Others; In the end we’ll only Save what we love, Love what we know, And know what we are taught. Teach others. With every loss there is a gain With every gain there is a loss Transmute suffering into presence Transmute grief into the formless dimension of peace Nothing real can ever be threatened, nothing unreal can ever exist Ode to Owen Miller. My friend to whom life shared its ideas of youth and connectivity to identity. To my loving friends and their challenges in life. This is my ode to fighting the established culture that makes self authenticity a hard thing to create. They way I view it is the struggle to be – Consumerism and our identity with or without it that defines us. Namely the struggle to realize who we are beyond the commercial and false ideals that our society wants us to be. To live free of mental pollution. Make peace to those who try to control and suppress the human spirit for its struggle with truth, love, and each other. Ode to Bobbie Greenling, for whom I will view the mind and body altering substances of mainstream as shadows of an ever growing problem. For all the problems to come with the economy, ecology, and each other. We run so far to be free from our sadness but it has us running in circles. I will only persevere by stepping off the wheel of insanity and going into the great unknown. To a life free from addictions and pain of wanting to wash it all away, to forget, for I will always remember and cherish you as my mother, my keeper, the one who brought me into life. I forge a path of stones, built by the makers of time; these milestones give me something to refer to. I forge a path of my own, that I must go down alone. as we each journey through life, with the world moving around us, I am reminded that it is the same breeze that blows the massive trees that also blows the tiny blades of grass. What good am I to make. What did you create for yourself? What did you give to life? -may love survive |